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One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

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Beat me to it... It was laying out there, and I was tossing and turning whether to do it.

@Byrd Man doesn't have the litle angel guy on the other shoulder providing rebuttal.

@Hound55

Nah he just has a devil and a slightly grumpier devil.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

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Punching engagement rings into graves...

@Hound55

Someone get this Superman some black eye liner, MCR T-Shirt and some skinny jeans.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

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He's just exited his "punching Meteors and wrestle space snakes for 6 months"-era and is now entering his "Isolating from the universe"-era.
Bro needs a shower and a therapist.

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True. Sometimes it goes kaboom.

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oofers.

@Hillan

and sometimes it goes Krakka-kroooom

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

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I liked the part where he made it go boom.

@Hillan

Is it really a Thor fight if something doesn't go boom?

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

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Gotta get caught up on reading first...

@Hound55

Understandable.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Hope you all enjoy my first post. Alway happy to hear creative feedback.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

So we're starting to get quite the cast together and while I know most of us have some arcs planned out. But I'm curious if looking at the cast you have anyone you're looking forward to either reading or interacting with.

Personally I'd love to play Deathstroke off of Superman or Captain America because I think the moral disparity between Slade and either of the boys in blue would lead to an interesting dynamic.

How about the rest of you?

@Lord Wraith

I'd like to play with Wondy cause you got the Mythology thing going there. Superman for obvious reasons.

I don't know I'm most excited to play Thor against some of the DC headliners just as its not a situation you get in comics (obviously).

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Would it be okay to present a sheet for Sentry? Im interested.

@Taka

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

H E R E C O M E S T H E T H U N D E R
H E R E C O M E S T H E T H U N D E R

FIVE YEARS AGO // ALASKA

^Previously

At the entrance to the cave, there was an area of melted snow, he could see the heat from the steam emanating from the entrance. This meant that all his research had been successful, after three months on Midgard he had finally managed to track down the one being on Midgard who would be able to help him. Descending into the cave he felt the heat rise the deeper he went, the air became hot and dry. Any remaining humidity was burnt out of the air as he climbed lower and lower into the crust of the planet.

Occasionally the cave would open up into vast caverns, and vast magma rivers and falls could be seen for moments before his path continued deeper. As he came to the bottom of a spiralling staircase he could see an assembly of machines ahead. The second he caught a glimpse of the machinery a voice echoed throughout the cave.

"At long last, an agent of Asgard has been sent to hunt me down. The Odinson himself no less, on some level I suppose I should be honoured."

Looking around, Thor had to refrain from grabbing his ax. "Nay! I am no longer Odinson, for my name and title have been stripped. I am now Thor Freyrson. Free-person and self-declared defender of the nine realms." Thor entered the room, various moulds and tools lay scattered around the space. Half-finished constructions and in a far corner he could see rack upon rack of finished creations. Behind him, he heard the faint shuffle of footsteps. "I have come in need of your services. Like you, I have denied the All-Father, and now seek for a way to perfect my craft outwith his control."

Thor turned, behind him a very sceptical dwarve stood with some form of modified Midgard firearm aimed right at Thors' head. The Dwarve stuck his head to the side, looking past the sight directly at Thor who seemed unphased.

"You speak truth?"

"Aye. Screwbeard, Son of No-Ears. Exile from Nidavellir. I need your help."

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PRESENT DAY // OSLO // NORWAY

People flooded out of the 'Viking Ship Museum' screaming. Out of the doors came the lumbering figures of draugr. Flesh rotten, clinging to bone and ligament. Skin burnt and crusted, and piercing blue eyes with no pupils. Mouths hung open as they made guttural noises, clambering down the steps with surprising speed. Some wore helmets and carried swords, others axes, bows and some had nothing but their hands. Guards from the museum tried to fight them off but were ill-equipped. Hands wrapped around throats, blades cut deep. Axes cleaved straight through muscle and flesh.

Police cars drew up. They didn't wait for authorisation from higher up, MP5s were drawn and once the shots were cleared they opened fire. The beasts recoiled slightly at the blows, however, all it seemed to do was anger them. The clouds in the sky began to darken and grey, gathering up as they billowed above the city. More and more draugr came pouring out of the museum, many more than had been exhibits within. A little girl screamed, restrained by her safety seat in the back of her parents' car. Both their corpses lying lifeless, as black and scarred hands reached through the window towards her. She closed her eyes as there was a mighty gust of wind, a crack of thunder and a flash. Opening her eyes there stood Thor, his torn cape billowing in the wind.

One of the beasts charged him, he ducked low and sent a punch straight through its gut, grabbing its spine and pulling it back out snapping it in two. Pulling his hand back out he was swarmed by a second, grabbing its wrist as it brought a sword down, a backhand across the face separated the head from the torso. The body fell lifeless. A third he grabbed by the back of the head and slammed against two more before he let it go. More and more came at him, swarming. He ducked and weaved, but eventually, their blows started to make contact. Left shin, right elbow, upper torso, back, shoulder blade. For every one he seemed to take out, there appeared two more.

Finally, a pile blocked Thor from view. "ENOUGH!"

Lightning shot up towards the sky, striking all the draugr surrounding Thor. The ones closest turned to ash, the farther ones away stumbled down to the ground. Dead or incapacitated, he wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't care.

Pointing to a draugr still at the top of the steps he raised his voice as the wind howled and the rain poured. "Tell me who is responsible for this! I would have words."

No looky loos

Trigger Warning

Implication of rape in the second part of the post

O L D F R I E N D S
O L D F R I E N D S

FIVE YEARS AGO // NORTHERN TERRITORIES // CANADA

Thor sighed as he resigned himself to go find his axe, while he told himself he had warned the trolls. There had been no choice.

Previously

Once the Trolls had been dealt with, Screwbeard had been more than willing to co-operate. Melting down the weapons the trolls had been using them, cleaning and purifying the metal. This had been the relatively simple part of the job. Thor had his connections on Midgard, and he always kept on the look out for anything that could possibly be Asgardian in nature, he had already helped operatives of a group who called themselves a shield to break apart the berserker staff. A weapon left behind centuries ago.

Now with the help of his allies, he found himself in the forests of the nation that called itself Canada. He looked up as he heard two ravens fly overhead. He quickly looked away from them. If Odin wanted to waste time and keep an eye on him, that was his own waste of time. Thor wasn't a threat, he didn't seek to overthrow and rule Asgard. All he wanted to do was help people, and he'd do everything in his power to make sure he could do so as well as possible. The weapon was being forged, yet Screwbeard was no sorcerer and nor was Thor. In days past Midgard possessed its own Sorcerers though Thor wasn't entirely sure where any of them were these days, he had done a 'google' and found several though they all turned out to be charlatans.

So now he sought a different kind of sorcerer. He had heard the tales when he still traversed the nine realms, the dark elf sorceress who had once lain with Malkeith the Accursed. He had betrayed her and murdered her entire village and people. After she attempted to kill him, he cast her out. Malekith found it crueller to banish her to where she could never return than to allow her to reunite with her people in the afterlife.

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1015CE // EAST COAST // NORTH AMERICA

Selvig nodded along. "I took the liberty of pulling some files once I saw the news-" He indicated to the mess of papers surrounding him. "-just in case you came looking for my help." Thor smiled at his friend as Erik worked his way into the centre of the papers. "From what I can tell our Draugr friend from Oslo was from a particularly nasty group of Norsemen. They routinely went a-Viking but killed indiscriminately. Other Norse, men, women, children. Unlike other Norse Clans there seemed to be no form of system of honour, other than strength-"

Thor ground his teeth together. "I know the type well."

Previously

The village burned. Bodies littered the ground, covered in a smoky haze. The smell of death, piss and sweat radiated from every darkened corner. In the centre of the village, the biggest fire of all roared, almost as violently as the attackers had claimed the village. Bodies of the fallen raiders were lifted and thrown onto the fire to burn as a massive communal funeral pyre. The bodies of the fallen villagers? The men and women who fought back? They were left where they fell. The raiders had come through the fog of the sea, they had been unprepared.

They had heard tales of whitemen, but had never seen heard tales of them being this far north, or capable of attacks so brutal. All the men had been killed, not just the warriors. Even the elders, and boys who had come off age. All the woman, who hadn't fought back had been rounded up near the funeral pyre. The raiders had taken the most attractive of the woman by force, their protests and screams the only thing that could be heard over the roaring fires. The rest who had already been used, and those who could do nothing but watch, whimpered and sobbed huddled together. Surrounded by guards who leered at them, occasionally drawing a blade near them. Cutting cheeks, or using them to remove clothing.

In the longhouse all the food in the village littered the tables, men stumbled around and cheered. Women from the village served the men their food, alcohol and other needs. Those that didn't had their throats cut, and were put back outside with the others. The Jarl sat on the chair at the end of the longhouse, he had brought it with him from his homeland as he surveyed his raiders as they all partook in the bounty this land had brought them. It would be a good land to conquer, the people were fighters but their techniques for making armour and weapons seemed almost primitive. They were not true warriors. He dropped the mug of ale he had been drinking, while the others drank the piss poor stuff the natives made he was drinking the ale they had brought from the homeland. His hand outstretched, a local girl quickly filled it with another tankard.

As she was close to him he moved his hand to his knife, working its way up the side of her dress splitting the seam, barely cutting into her skin. She screamed as it dropped to the floor. Laughing he kicked her as she walked back away from him, trying to cover herself. He didn't see what became of her as his right hand man approached.

"My Jarl. The men have finished gathering everything of value in the boats."

"And have they had their fill?" He swirled the liquid around his tankard before taking a swig of the tepid liquid.

"Aye."

"Very well. Have the men return to the boats, we sail for home. We shall use the riches from his haul to build a fleet big enough to bring our people here, to conquer the new world."

"And what of the woman?"

"You say the men have had their fill?" The man nodded. "Then send them to join their men in the afterlife." A grin spread across the mans face.

"Aye, Jarl Jaekelsson."